Unhinged
The
Haunting of Secrets
Book
2 of the Trilogy
Shelley
R. Pickens
Genre: YA, mystery, paranormal
Publisher: Fire
and Ice
Imprint of Melange Books
Date of Publication: March 2015
Word Count: 62,364
Cover Artist: Caroline Andrus
Book Description:
Being normal isn't always a good
thing, especially if it ends up killing you.
Aimee, the sixteen year old girl
who can see your every memory with just one touch, is fresh out of the torture
room after risking everything to capture a killer.
Despite her instinct to avoid
contact with others, she tries her best to find a new normal at school -
perhaps even a boyfriend. But for those who are cursed, happiness and normality
aren’t easy to obtain. A bizarre illness is spreading like wildfire through the
school causing those around Aimee to lose their sanity before falling into a
coma. Slowly, all the people she loves succumb to this strange disease.
Alone and terrified, she must use
her curse to find a way to save her family and friends. As she delves deeper
and deeper into their memories, she realizes a delusional person from her
childhood named David is the bigger threat that could end up destroying her. Despite
the danger that surrounds her, she struggles to solve the puzzle before it’s
too late to help those she cares for the most.
But as David moves closer to
eliminating her, one puzzle still remains. Will she be able to save herself?
Book Trailer for Book One: http://youtu.be/cQvKX0rb-Zg
Preface-
Unhinged
THE
END IS ONLY THE BEGINNING
He drew me here
to this house in the middle of nowhere to die by his hand. I’ve never liked
guns, but they sure do seem to like me. In fact, I’m staring down the barrel of
one right now. The clarity of mind you have knowing that death is coming for
you any second is astonishing. There are so many things I would have done
differently; yet so many memories I wouldn’t trade for the world. Funny hearing
myself say that. For me, memories have never been something to cherish; they
were always something to fear. I have absorbed so many memories in the short
sixteen years of my life that it is hard for me to figure out which ones are
real and which ones are borrowed. Needless to say, few of them are good.
Knowing what I know of the people in this world, I should welcome death. But I
don’t. I have a reason to live now: Logan. He’s the reason I haven’t gone
insane; the reason that I came here tonight to willingly give up my life so
this insane asshole pointing his gun at me can feed his delusions of grandeur.
He tells me that
this is my fate: to die by his hand. That’s the funny thing about fate; people
think it’s written in stone. They believe the age-old adage that you must
‘accept’ your fate. But that just isn’t true. It’s simply a way for people to
accept the things they can’t change. If something good happens then fate ‘lent
you a hand’. If something awful occurs, then fate was ‘cruel’. Yet either way,
the fates I believe in aren’t left to chance. I believe you make your own fate;
that life is fluid, ever changing and what you make of it is completely up to
you. So tonight, if I have to die to save the ones I love then that is what I
choose–no one else. But who says I have to go down easy? If I go down, so does
he. Tonight, I will look fate straight in the eye and tell her to go to
hell.
About
the Author:
Shelley Pickens is a Spanish
teacher by day and a novelist by night. She's been in love with everything
paranormal since she can remember. After years of teaching high school
students, she decided to take her firsthand knowledge of young adults and apply
it to her passion for creative writing and fantasy. When not teaching or
writing, Shelley likes to spend time with her husband and two beautiful
children in Atlanta, Ga. Her escape from reality is her love of complex
thriller and science fiction TV series like Supernatural and Sleepy Hollow. In
her spare time she is an avid watcher of little league baseball. THE HAUNTING
OF SECRETS is her debut novel.
Website: www.shelleypickens.com
Twitter: https://twitter.com/shelleypickens
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